Monday, January 19, 2009

untitled

Made of a fabric of nonexistence,
I am a thought,
That none,
Has ever thought of.

I've fallen off,
Many a mind,
With nothing,
That I could hold on to.

Like a feather I've fallen,
Trying to give stones wings,
Ending up flying,
Successfully downwards.

3 comments:

Usha Pisharody said...

:)

Surreal, but very nicely so!

Aruna said...

Hmmm, very delicately sad, and yet I somehow find confidence hiding behind the sad lines :)..

I shall second usha ma'm I guess :)

Shamanth said...

oh my god!!!

i believe this is one of the best, and the purest piece of thought!!!

it is just perfect!!

simply wonderful!!!

wonderfully done!!!